One of my first memories: mom is singing a lullaby, and there’s a candle burning… In this very candlestick. It was one of the precious few childhood artifacts that I’ve recovered from Russia almost 40 years later.
But now I have to leave it behind because all of my baggage is oversized, heavy, and already nearing a “Cargo Only” critical mass.
Goodbye ugly candlestick! Maybe I’ll see you again, or maybe not. Who cares?